Challenge
describe your hair in some poetic way.
It doesn’t stay the same, but neither do I
Sunshine and dirt,
which smells of vanilla
and passion fruit,
swirl through my head like a delicate whirlpool;
I long for a day when someone
would write secret messages in
the dirt, running fingers back and forth, and grow butterfly weed in the sunshine, creating a masterpiece only meant for me
to get washed away with the next storm.
I long to have a sea of hair
or a sunset of violet and gold,
to have a rare beauty apart of me
so then maybe you'd see I have
my own personality,
but I love sunshine and dirt
too much to throw it away on
a passing sunset or ever changing
sea of aquamarine.
But perhaps one day
I can try to find that
other part of me;
but for now
I'm okay with
my regular amenity.
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